AN: Hii! Sorry for posting THREE chapters in such a short period of time - Please don't stab me. The thing is, I've just read my reviews and it seems as though through AN is the easiest way to answer them, so I'm here again. Someone asked if this was a friendship fic, and my response is no. This is NOT a friendship fic. I've actually written about their relationship already - It's a bit further behind but it's coming! I've been waiting a while because I wanted more time for character-building first. Thank you, everyone, for being patient and not stabbing me. Have a nice read.
To: Robin Scherbatsky
From: Barney Stinson
Subject: Listen.
For three months you have been the strongest, most independent and amazing woman I've ever met and banged. Okay, not just these three months. But you know I mean especially these three months.
I was a bit surprised when the emotional freak side of Robin returned but that triggered the therapist geek side of Barney so I think we'd make a good pair.
And to everything there is a solution, so let me tell you a thing here. (Or some things, considering it's more than just one I will mention.)
One. You are currently in a relationship you don't know if you want to be in anymore. Solution? Get out of it. Get the hell out of it as soon as you can before it rots your soul and drags you six feet under. But only if you're sure you want to do so.
Two. You've considered Solution One and let's just say you really want to do so, but you don't want to feel like an asshole. Solution? Don't feel like an asshole. Whether you feel like you are an asshole or not, it's all a state of mind.
Wow, Barney. You are a genius, you say. I know. Thanks. So if you don't think you are an asshole, you are not one.
Three. Three months has not been a long time. Maybe if you waited a bit longer, you will witness him slipping out of his coma.
This one's tricky. But remember, Robin. It's your life too. You're not going to spend the next thirty years of your life talking to a man in a coma. I mean, if it makes you happy, and if that's how seven-year-old you wanted your life to end up like that, then by all means. And, no offense, but I'm pretty sure seven-year-old you did not want that.
Luke, as much as I love him as a bro, (and you) will just have to accept the fact that he may wake up tomorrow, three weeks or seven years from now and nobody will ever know when exactly.
And that is also the problem. Nobody will ever know when exactly. And while it's my responsibility to make sure my best friend stops being sad and be awesome instead, it's not yours to make sure he wakes up with you by his side even if it takes him five years to do that.
Five years is a long time and just imagine all the things you could do in that time.
In the end, I guess I'm not really one to speak for you because I think love pretty much sucks most of the time. I know this is a hard decision and I'm not pushing you either way. I'm just saying this is your life too and you deserve to live it the way you have intended it to be. You're young and… I don't know. You could always try again.
Barney